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Warnings:
-Physical   emotional (child) abuse 
Clay's POV
My feet felt heavy as I walked home after detention. I was just hoping they didn't know what happened at school, but I was afraid that either way, I would get hurt because of what I did this morning.
My hands were shaking heavily when I turned the doorknob and opened the door to the hallway. I wiped my sweaty hands off on my pants and could feel a tear forming in the side of my eyes because I was so afraid. 
And unfortunately, my worst fear came true as I saw my father waiting for me. I put my bag down on the floor and raised my gaze. I decided to act kind and smiled at him, slowly trying to walk past him. 
!! physical (child) abuse !!
When I neared him, I didn't have enough time to jump aside when his elbow was punched into my stomach. I curled up and gagged, trying to keep standing so he wouldn't see me as a pussy. 
'I only want to see your face again when you've showered and cleaned yourself up, but even then, I would prefer to never have to look at that face anymore,' my father scoffed. 
!! over !!
I was more worried for what was about to come, because usually he wouldn't have stayed this calm and just insulted me once. To keep the peace, I immediately ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.
Hopelessly, I put my elbows on the sink after I turned on the water and glanced in the mirror. I started to feel more alone each day, because even though Elliot was sweet to me, he couldn't help me against our dad. He was fifteen and couldn't risk getting kicked out.
Honestly, I had been saving up money so I would be able to move out as soon as I was eighteen. But the months passing seemed to take longer each day, the pain weighing a lot heavier than the hope to get out of this awful place. 
'Don't use up too much water!' my mother suddenly yelled from behind the door.
I groaned. 'Elliot got to shower half an hour this morning,' I replied angrily because she was trying to act like my father was the bad guy, while she was just emotionally hurting me as much as he did.
'He used the shower for good reasons, not the ones you're using it for,' my mother answered, causing me to roll my eyes. 'Dad is furious about the call he got from your principal and so am I...'
My breath hitched as soon as I realised the principal called my parents because of the incident today. I swallowed and felt my breathing speed up and getting more shaky. 
'Why do you care so much about what I do? You're never bothered about Elliot and keep blaming me for anything I do,' I stumbled.
'Because you keep messing up. I'm trying to protect you, because you know how dad is,' she responded.
'You can also protect me from him, ever thought of that? You're trying to defend him by saying I'm an awful kid, but we both know that if Elliot would have done this, no one would have cared.'
'Just shower...' she said, her footsteps showing she was walking away. Slowly, I pulled off my shirt and looked in the mirror. 
I ran my hand over the massive bruise on my ribs and turned a quarter to see another one right above my hip. It made me sad to realise my father hated me so much that he was able to cause this much harm to me, while I felt awful if I scratched someone's skin by accident. 
I turned my eyes away and walked to the shower after I slid down my boxers as well. My thoughts started to wander off back to Isabella and the behaviour I started to show when the abuse got worse. 
It may have sounded weird, but having sex with her made me feel like I was worthy. My body was used as a doll, I was beaten every single day until I was numb and even though there was no love between Isabella and me, she still made me feel like my body was useful for something.
I stepped into the shower and sighed softly as I started to feel the need to touch myself again, something I had been feeling a lot more often than I used to. I didn't mind anymore and moved my hand down to touch myself...
But when I had been in the shower for a minute, I heard something at the door. I stopped moving and looked at the locked door that was unlocked from the outside. 
I gasped and moved my hands down to hide myself for the person who was about to come in. My father's calmness turned into the anger I expected when I came home and he walked up to me with a furious expression. 
!! physical   emotional (child) abuse !!
I stepped back and pressed my back against the wall, but my father was quicker than me and lifted his knee up. An overwhelming nausea numbed me, but he didn't even seem done. A second after hitting his knee into my genitals, he lifted his foot, with a shoe, up and suddenly kicked me as hard in my genital area as he could.
I heard a snapping noise which led to an insane amount of pain. The pain was so overwhelming that I fell down on the floor of the shower. However, when I had been laying down for a while, my father suddenly turned on the ice cold water. 
I screamed and lifted myself up in shock, but he was quicker than I was and pushed me to the door. 'You like to be a whore so much, right?' 
I glanced him into his eyes and felt his hands on my back again. He pushed me into my room, where my sheets were taken off the bed and my closet door was open. I turned back and realised he took all of my clothing away, just like my blankets.
'If you want to be a whore so badly, no clothes for you. Think about what you've done and only come near us again with a true apology.'
He locked my door and walked away. I fell down on my bed with tears in my eyes and looked down to see what damage he had done to me. Within seconds, I realised it was anything but good because the whole area was slowly turning red and purplish.
I curled up and shivered from the cold, but then bursted out into tears from the intense pain and sadness...
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